It’s impossible to tell one face from the next when I’m up there. The mixture of fog, lights, flashing lasers, my astigmatism, and whatever else they put into the air to keep the crowd happy… It’s all just a mix for a big bunch of blurry fuzzy whatnots. She was not a whatnot. She stood out in her ripped black jeans and that adorable neon yellow thing holding her hair up out of her face. I don’t even know what it’s called, but it was perfect. She was perfect. The bright pink tank top that hugged her in all the right places. Those bright yellow heels that made her back curve in just the right way. Those were definitely factors that caught my eye, but it's not why I can't get her out of my head. Her dark brown eyes and that smile—her smile. That’s it. That smile had me hooked from the second I ran on stage. I even stopped short of my mark and totally threw off the spotlight tracker. Why?Because I was too busy watching her and how she just fell into the rhythm of the music. It’s a good thing Chuck didn’t plan any pyro for tonight, or I might have been screwed.I’m not even entirely sure I sang the right lyrics to the first couple of songs. It was more a series of barely audible grunts, caveman style. Nash probably turned his mic up to help with the background vocals. They’ve all gotten really good at covering my ass over the years. I’m grateful the crowd didn’t seem to notice. All I could think about was trying to figure out a way to find out who she is. I still have nothing. So I’m sitting here like a lost, lonely little puppy just hoping to catch another glimpse. What if she leaves and doesn’t come through the line? I can see both Exit doors from here. I’m watching those two doors like a pitbull watches the gate at a junkyard. Maybe I am a lost, lonely little puppy. No.I am a pitbull puppy. And just like that pitbull, I will jump this table and bulldoze whoever gets in the way if I have to.

    Scoring’s easy when you’re the king.The Kings are the frat-party poster boys of Crestfall Academy, and Peyton King is top of the pile.Quarterback, superstar, and O-bringer extraordinaire, I hate everything he represents.I hate him.But I can use him.He’s going to make the perfect centerpiece for my newspaper exposé on campus parties.I’ll get close to him, find out what makes him tick, and lay it out in black and white for the world to see.If that kind of cutting journalism doesn’t get me out of this two-bit town, I don’t know what will.It should be easy, so why do I become a giggling idiot at the sight of his mocha eyes and sculpted arms?I’m, like, totally not obsessed, right?Right?There couldn’t possibly be an actual beating heart in that beautiful cold, rock slab of a body, could there?But questions alone do not a quality story make.I need to dive deep into Peyton King to make this work.I need all his dirty little secrets before I blow his world apart.

    Yes, definitely his jaw.But I, Ellie Amore, have a problem. It’s big, gigantic, and not in the good way.None of these men are real. And that version of me? More fake than an author calling herself classy while drinking boxed wine in her yoga pants.Me, that author is me.I dream of hot men. Perfect men. Fictional men. These men go into my books, and it’s all I need for my messy cat-lady-living-above-a-bookstore life. Really.I don’t need my brother’s best friend checking up on me. The man who brings me tacos. The one who is decidedly not perfect—as his enemy cat would tell you—but somehow might just be perfect for me.I’m not sure how it all started or when he decided I was more than a favor to his friend.All I know is Cruz is not a man from my dreams. This time, it’s different.This time, he’s real.The Perfect Man is book one in the Perfect Man romantic comedy series. Dive in for plenty of swoons, lots of laughs, and a guaranteed HFN ending.

    No strings sex. But there were consequences. When Dr Casey O'Connor returns to his home town of Leytonsfield to take up the post of trauma consultant, the last person he expects to see is the woman who has haunted his dreams for the past four years.Staff Nurse, Lexi Grainger, has made a home for herself and her daughter in Leytonsfield. She is happy with her life as A&E nurse and single mother. Now everything is about to change.If you enjoy medical dramas, second chance romances, and secret baby stories, then you'll love this series starter, Book One of "The O'Connors".

    There’s a wedding a month and divorces are non existent. Out-of-towners are flocking in on weekends to visit, and perhaps find love, speculating on whether it’s the natural spring water or something in the air. Whatever it is, they hope to find it. Tara Reynolds is a new pastry chef for the mountain resort, and love is the last thing on her mind when she arrives for the winter, but the handsome Olympian skier who owns a local bar has become quite irresistible. Can the mysterious forces in the town unite this couple who are fighting it every step of the way?WEDDING FEVERMila O’Reilley owns Wedding Fever, a bridal boutique in Serendipity Falls Mall. She sells more than dresses, she sells dreams along with the belief in happily-ever-after – a sentiment she personally doesn’t share.Chase Carlton is a young news reporter from San Francisco with big ambitions and dreams of his own. They don’t include interviewing the local residents about a love bug in their spring water, or discovering why there’s such a frenzy to rush toward the altar in this small mountain town.Can a jaded bridal consultant and a cynical news reporter uncover the true mystery of Serendipity Falls without being swept away in the madness?LOVE STRUCKCan Samantha and Kyle resist their attraction and find a way to save the town? The "love bug curse" and the discovery of gold has turned Serendipity Falls into a place where no one is safe.

    I planned on college, keggers, and cute frat guys—not MS. I told a few people, but they started treating me differently, so now I keep it secret. I probably have many more years to live with this disease, but my grandmother does not. So I traveled thousands of miles to L.A. to look for healing: stem cell studies, acupuncture, shamanic vision quests. Some therapies were dangerous, but I’d try anything. I’d risk it all because I was fighting for our lives—but I didn’t have the luxury of dating, let alone falling in love. My first night in L.A. I landed in the middle of a campus bar fight. The most beautiful man I’d ever met, Alejandro, a complete stranger, rescued me. He took me to the ER, drove me to my new home, and even washed my beer-drenched hair. On my second day I got lost in a dicey part of town and was attacked by gang-bangers. I escaped—this time. So I hired Alejandro to drive me to my appointments; be my bodyguard. He made me laugh again. He sheltered me. My heart started cracking open… I wish I had told him my secret. When I discovered—he hadn't yet told me his...

    Never hesitate. Never get emotionally involved.Words I've lived by. Until her.I'm a fixer.I fix bad, embarrassing, illegal problems, for the right price.My clients are rich, famous, powerful, and very dangerous.Now I’ve got a problem of my very own: Eva Martin. She just happens to be both my best friend’s little sister, and at the center of the most explosive problem I’ve ever faced. As the body count rises around us, I’m falling for the one woman that’s totally out of bounds. Her wide innocent eyes, perfect curves, and sexy, smoky voice—she’s a liability and a weakness, but I'm unable to resist.Eva’s a risky distraction for a man like me. I'm going to make her mine, and I'll use everything in my arsenal to keep her safe.Even if it means everyone else—including me—becomes collateral damage.

    Focused.Driven.Intense. Emma is a blogger going for the scoop and she has the perfect in.She’s gotten herself hired as his physical therapist. With all that intimate time together -- the secrets from his past don’t stand a chance -- And neither does she ...Note: In Deep is a standalone hot, contemporary romance. It’s the first of four standalone in the “All In” series, which can be read in any order.

    Reaching out to a long time family friend, the famous art photographer Warren Freemantle, known the world over for being insanely gorgeous and a ladies man, to host her for this final stretch. Thankfully he agrees. Excited by the opportunity to learn from such a legendary figure, Mary-Jane jets off to the wilds of Scotland. At the forefront of her mind, though, is the crush she’s always had on him and how he’ll see her now she’s all grown up. She hopes he won’t be able to resist her and that she will finally know the touch of a man. Adult Content. A HEA Virgin Older Man standalone romance story.

     But how could I help being struck speechless by the sexy smile and warm intelligence of Professor Shane Brooks? What starts as wistful gazing from the back of the room leads to stolen touches that melt my core, and ends with a midnight encounter right on school grounds. Those weren’t the kind of after-school activities I had in mind. Will Shane hate himself for what we’ve done, or resent me for wanting it? I don’t know. I’m too lost in the heat of his body and the depths of his soul. Sooner or later someone’s bound to find out about us, and it’s not going to be pretty. The only question is, are we strong enough to survive it? FORBIDDEN HEAT is a full-length standalone in the Firework Girls contemporary romance series. Jordyn White takes you on a delightful journey of secret rendezvous, nerdy soulmates, and transcendent love in this completely swoon-worthy forbidden romance.

    Being a wallflower, dedicated to philanthropy, was her choice and she was happy with it.When her father sells her hand to settle his debts, Eleanor is shocked. Mainly because she has met her betrothed before. All alone, in secret, in the dark.Captain Nathan Reynolds, Earl of Brixton, was a soldier, who didn't need a bride. Upon his return to England, he is thrust, by his mother, into an arranged engagement to a heavenly creature who has never seen before. What confuses him more is that his intended seems to know him already.Despite their attraction and his sinister thoughts for Eleanor, Nathan cannot go through with the marriage until he discovers why his future was orchestrated behind his back. What begins as harmless research, quickly turns to a dangerous path.For a man with the same face as Nathan may destroy their lives before they ever walk down the aisle…Torn between light and dark, she must choose the side she belongs to…

    The blood spattered everywhere was no longer mine. I wore crimson on my fists. I liked it. I finally tore out of the useless adolescent I was and took control—something I should have done a long time ago. But I wasn’t broken alone, and probably why it took so long. So much was stolen from her too, and once I set the beast inside me free, I couldn’t stop until I righted every wrong.Then we ran like hell.All she ever wanted was for me to love her. And in ways I did, every time he took what wasn’t his to take. I sent her away, forcing her to make a life for herself, never to come after me, to breathe a word of what happened, or to go back. I left her crying and pleading to go with me. I never looked back.I promised I’d make something of myself for both of us, and I did. For her I fight. I win. I make my opponent pay in blood. I will never again be at the losing end of a swinging fist. All it takes is unleashing memories in that cage and I can’t be beaten. I reward myself with a night of fun that never turns into morning. Then came Alyvia—the girl that proved she was better than that. The girl that became my best friend. The girl that changed my life in more ways than one.She gave me her. Piper Morgan—a real life dream catcher. I wasn’t supposed to touch her. I’ve never been a rule follower. She was too appetizing to pass up. I broke a promise. The first time I wanted a woman to stay, she walked away. The control I fought so hard for is gone. In the middle of my spiraling addiction, secrets are uncovered, my past returns, and unexpected circumstances hunt me down. The motto a fighter lives by—fight or get the fuck out of the cage.

    That's all we had.That's all it took. I woke up the next day with his phone number smeared and illegible. When I couldn’t find him, I tried to forget. But in that one night he’d crawled so far under my skin, I couldn’t erase him.Then, he walks back into my life where I least expect him: my job. He’s just like I remember, except for one detail.He goes by a different name.

    I was your every day average nerdy book blogger, obsessed with the hot guys on the covers but lusting from afar. I knew I'd never meet a guy like the ones in my books, with muscles like that, with eyes like that, with a mouth like that. I knew I was destined to be an old maid, get a bunch of cats, work at a book store and live in my fantasy world until the day I died. Hot, steamy sex was something reserved for the girls in my books, not a girl like me. Until the day I literally fell for Isaac James, the hottest man to grace the cover of any romance novel. And he wanted a girl like me. And he had muscles like that. And eyes like that. And a mouth like that...and was a filthy talking sex god in the bedroom. But we both had our secrets and we both had our guarded pasts. When all was revealed, would the nerdy book blogger get the guy? Or was I destined to be alone forever? Rated 18+ for insta-love, filthy talk, dirty sex and swoon worthy descriptions of the hottest man in the world.

    Five parties. One hot, passionate hatred.Back in college Ronan Baylor was the world’s biggest, richest jerk. He treated everyone like they were dirt under his feet. Especially me. Just because I was a “bad student” without a “life plan.” Whatever. I never let him get away with it.I only kissed him at the graduation party to teach him a lesson. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.Now thanks to our best friends’ engagement party our paths have finally crossed again. And I still hate him just as much as ever. He can act as charming as he wants, but I won’t be fooled. My hatred for him is the fuel to my fire, and I will never give it up.The only problem: every time we end up at a party together, we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other.Author’s note: This book contains banter, billionaires, lust, loathing, several scenes that you might call “steamy,” and an HEA.